Gemotions

He adjusted his glasses, peering at the menu board. “The ‘Chef’s Delight’ sounds amazing,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. Sarah, the newly appointed head chef at the upscale bistro, felt a jolt. *That’s* her recipe! The "Golden Goddess," her grandmother’s secret chicken pot pie, which she had so carefully guarded. Now, plastered on a high-end menu, it was suddenly a different thing. A blush rose on her cheeks. The man, utterly charming, was studying her, and she suddenly wanted to explain everything, starting with her grandmother’s kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and the love that went into every bite.